comedy Songtext
von Brodie Milner

Pleasure yourself
On the taxpayer′s vibrator
Whilst finding new ways to beat the workhorse
Play with your wealth
As you dine on corporate opulence
And show them who's their daddy on the golf course

Riddle me this
How many politicians does it take
To cull entire populations in a blink
Well I am not a statistician but I think
The answer is less than three


Argue like Socrates
And add a dash of vitriol
Whilst knowing you won′t have to drink the poison
Sit down won't you, zanni please
The world is not a punchline
Stand back up and wince at your reflection

Riddle me this
How many politicians does it take
To burn entire ecosystems
Well you brought it on yourself
You laugh
A true word said in jest
And you can go and fuck your mother
If you doubt that I know best

Mother nature
Watches all her children die of cot death
And the only thing she feels is relief
She welcomes the atom bomb
She welcomes the asteroid
She welcomes the plague that you failed to impeach